Mike, a sophomore at Central High School, rose at 5 a.m. to catch a bus to a History Day competition. He and his two partners worked on a documentary on the history of chess. He told me he was going to Pierre, but when I looked at his take-home sheet on the trip, it said Brookings.
One of those.
The boys have been leaving early and coming home late for months. With show choir, student congress, jazz band, debate, school play, orchestra and other assorted activities, it seems we are always groggy because right when we'd like to take a nap, someone calls needing to be picked up.
RJ was walking home in the dark from Central. I pictured him trying to cut across soccer fields and drowning in floodwaters.
But after a short search, we found him walking along the side of the road, carrying his violin in the dark.